It is a splendid autumn day in southeastern Michigan this fine afternoon. The sky is a lovely subtle blue, and the sun is shining like it doesn't know that it's not summer any more. The back door to the lab is open, and the coolness is pleasant.
So far, I've been having a good week. Except for being awoken at 4AM this morning by my sound system. I have been the beneficiary of kindnesses from strangers, and for this I am grateful. I am not finding presidential politics as desperately depressing as it seemed last week. Even if Satan Q. McBeezlebub crowns himself Emperor again, I know I can handle it. I think I'm going to cut my hours at my real job to just 2 days a week for the duration of the semester, and I have my arguments ready -- I have the practicum that I'll have to spend more time at, I have the research methods class that will be taking up more of my time, it's my last semester, and I'd like not to feel exhausted all the time, but will be damned if I go to bed before 1AM each night. The night is My Time, the time when, free from the pesky insistence of the daylight hours, I can pursue my own agenda without all the needless distractions daytime provides, such as tweeting birds, or phone calls. I've been nocturnal since I was born, and my mother will confirm this for me. I am happiest in the evening, when all the world has gone quiet, and I finally come awake.
Song: Mousse T. featuring Emma Lanford, "Is It Cos I'm Cool?"
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